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We've found 17 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching sweet dreams house mix by la bouche:


Albums:

A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · Pas sur la bouche: Un Film Réalisé Par Alain Resnais (Bruno Fontaine) · A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · Best of La Bouche (La Bouche) · L' Eau a La Bouche (Lulu Gainsbourg) · Dreams, Dreams, Dreams (Chilliwack) · Dreams, Dreams, Dreams (Chilliwack) · Sweets for My Sweet/Sweet Sweet Soul (The Sweet Inspirations) · Sweet Sweet Sweet Music (Jahyute Revolution) – and 90 other albums »


a one bedroom
Well hm - it might be on
Ménage-à-trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb
Teresa's roommate walks in
6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
in the house and De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by ugly slice
a freak in my arms cold kicking on the set
Never get ill coz I'm too damn swatz
Got a funky Trans-Am with a duel exhaust
LA is fine but Seattle is my
up fat
TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
8BYea, New York to L.A
TSBeyitch
8BHah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
TST-Mix
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another, hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
'cause the house
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another, hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
'cause the house
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
Fuck your DJ and your mainstream production team 
And if you sleepin on us, then sweet dreams 
'Cause when you ain't lookin we be bookin mad shows